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Day's End:
Gwen yawns and shifts in Sienna's arms, the hat over her face. Toni sits at the bar, alone.

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lol, I get it. Well, you're back at the inn so you can start off. Heading back from lunch now.

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Alright. I'll just move the day to the next, unless you want mommy time with Sienna or you wanted to have that conversation with Toni.

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Indeed.

@Cyna: Is there anything else you want to do for the day/night?

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Uh huh...

BTW, I saw Steve, Tiffany and JJ at work this morning.

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Work is gonna be crappy. Will try to catch up during lunch.

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Nice on the Heathstone, Andrew.

I think I am too tired to post further. G'night, y'all.

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SiB:
Nah, the gods, Shelyn specifically, is being kind.

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SiB:
Drago feels a pulling as he thinks of sleep. His eyes close and he is able to sleep.

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The cave is barren, any plant life has long been burned to a crisp by the strange beast, and Jettar is pretty sure this isn't a natural creature.


You could just go to the tower and forget about going back to Valwick first.


ToTM:
"I am happy to have done that for her. And for you too," the halfling says. "You have a good day now."


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Since we know what's coming (no pun intended): Boom goes the Drago-mite: 1d100 ⇒ 73

Happy Not-A-Father's Day!

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Two kobolds appear at the far end of the room and prod the beast into action. It rises and looks at the group before roaring.

Initiative:

Ellie: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Umbra: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Frostine: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Sig: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Jettar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Shadrath: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Goldi: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Truffles: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Kyrana: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Roll Off:
Sig: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Shadrath: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Kyrana: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Goldi: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Frostine: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Round 1: Jettar, Truffles, Umbra, Kyrana, Shadrath, Sig, Frostine, Goldi, Ellie


I love you too, sweetheart.


Alright, see you later.


ToTM:
"Mae'n teimlo'n dda ac yn feddal. Diolch yn fawr iawn, Mam," Gwen says, positively glowing with happiness.

Elven:
"It feels good and soft. Thank you so much, Mother."


I do as well. Home sick today.

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As you proceed into the cavern, the growling gets louder. You come to a large room in the cavern and at the opposite end you see a large, red-scaled iguana. It lets out a belch, flames flickering from its mouth.


HP:
As Rajni falls asleep, she sees a beautiful dress hanging against the closet door.


@Alethiro: It was impressive at the time.

I'll have to redo maps for Valwick and Zahvroma soon.

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ToTM:
Gwen emerges a moment later, quite pretty in her dress and hat. She holds her old clothes in one hand. She twirls and giggles. "A yw'n 'n bert?"

Elven:
"Is it pretty?"

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ToTM:
"Mae'n ddrwg gennym," Gwen says, hanging her head and going inside.

The halfling laughs. "It's alright. I'll take it as a compliment."

Elven:
"Sorry."


On the Trail:
"Merde!" Marcel exclaims looking at the map. "Apparently there is enough in Valwick to attract his attention."

He sighs. "We will have to prepare...In the meantime, I'll have the Common House cleaned. Someone expressed an interest in turning it into a respectable inn. I will have Barclay deal with that. Thank you for everything. Go ahead and finish your patrol and call it a night."

Marcel offers a smile to the couple before heading inside.

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This should be fun.

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Round 1: Mythic Fireball
Round 2: Clean up

lol

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HP:
Ieyasu produces a small, fried pastry. "You can enjoy that on your way home."

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ToTM:
Gwen nods as they reach the halfling's stall. "Ah, there you are."

She takes the dress and hat out of a box. "There you go."

Gwen starts stripping off her clothes excitedly.

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ToTM:
Gwen nods and follows her moms to the market. "A allaf gwisgo drwy'r amser?"

Elven:
"Can I wear it all the time?"


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HP:
Ieyasu smiles and nods. He begins to pick up all the chairs and set them on the tables. His day was at an end and it had been a good one.


HP:
"It's never too late for the provider of our town," Ieyasu says with a smile. He quickly brings Rajni some stew and some steaming cider. "Anything else I can do for you?"


On the Trail:
"Horace the Red," Marcel explains. "A pirate concerned with power, money and land. These men were his scouts. Anything else?"


On the Trail:
"Dis-moi," Marcel says. "I have my suspicions...but I'd like to hear what you have to say first."


I figured the bad guys get a "Meanwhile" too.


When The Stars Are Right:
Chalandra burst into her chamber to see her son on the pyre, the ashes of Reinhardt adorning his naked body. Her eyes flit over to the drow standing in the corner. "So glad you could make it, Tichran."

"I am always eager to learn, Lady Chalandra," the drow replies in a voice neither male nor female. "So what have you planned here?"

"A sacrifice," Chalandra says, looking at the gathered dark priests and Summoners. She divests herself of her clothing, stepping to the pyre skyclad. Two of the priests bring her a dark, see-through robe. "I must commend you on your efficiency in bringing me Niccolo's body."

"It's nice to have obedient servants," Tichran says with a grin. He offers his open palms to Chalandra, a gesture that bade her to continue.

Chalandra closes her eyes and lets out a stream of ancient words. The pyre lights without as much as spark touching it and Niccolo's body is consumed by the flames. A shimmering black light hovers over the pyre before exploding behind it. A regal man, with flesh as pale as ash, stands and smiles.

"Welcome, Lord Strahd, to Vesaria," Chalandra says, falling to a knee. The rest of the gathered, except for Tichran, follow Chalandra's lead.

Strahd steps towards Tichran. "The others show me homage, but you will not?"

"Forgive me, Strahd, but I do not kneel to strangers," Tichran says, his eyes devoid of fear.

"Very well," Strahd says with a sinister smile. "Leave before I decide to take your head off your shoulders. My business is not with a simpering darkling."

"Simpering? How dare you?!" Tichran rages.

The vampire remains unflappable as he decapitates Tichran with his hand. "I hope that others in your domain are more...respectful, Chalanda."

"You are free to do as you wish, Lord Strahd, to any who offend you. My home is now your home," Chalandra says, still kneeling.

"Indeed," Strahd says, wiping his hand with a handkerchief. "I know you have called me for a reason, but, before we get to that, where is your son?"

---

Vencious sits upon his throne, watching the many green shards with boredom. "It seems like Zahvroma has done my work for me. I know you must be disappointed, Baraxias."

"Your soul or Cyna's, it makes no difference," the Infernal Duke says.

Vencious stands with an unearthly vigor. "The pieces are coming together in a dark storm, Baraxias. Strahd to the northwest, Malfeliax from the abyss, Cthulhu from beyond that, and your master, Asmodeus, to the north."

He waves his hand over the crystal, viewing Chalandra's throne room. "And now we are short another necromancer. I would retrieve his mask, but Strahd is more than I am willing to deal with right now."

"It seems there is much you cannot deal with right now," Baraxias chuckles. "As long as the heroes stay away from your tower, you are as cocky as can be. But they will bring you low and I await that with much anticipation."

"Ah, you think they will?" Vencious laughs. "I have had time to prepare my masterpieces. They will die on this very floor, if they make it that far."

"Oh? And what would your masterpieces be?"

"These," Vencious says, throwing back a curtain to reveal six humanoid figures. "I present to you Cyna Singer, Sienna Teriton, Drago Zakharov, Ylrhea Corissca, Arista Milocathe and Sādhanā."

Baraxias laughs. "Mirror images?"

"Better...flesh of their flesh, blood of their blood. Their memories the same as the real ones and a strong desire to lead their lives," Vencious says. "Blood spilled on the battlefield is such a useful things."

"Why haven't you done this before?" the devil asks.

"Because they are touched by the divine and worthy of my attention now. If you'll excuse me, I will need to fashion their weapons," Vencious says, taking a black blade from the wall. "How I have waited to present this to you, Sādhanā. Take your blade, Soul."

The magus takes the blade. "Thank you, Vencious. I shall put it to good use."

---

Alisbeth felt the cold of a stone floor before her. She opened her eyes. How long has it been? The light hurt her eyes and she recoiled. She was still a child, so it could not have been long. She felt a soft hand on her shoulder. The elven girl looks to the owner and sees a woman with dark hair, a horned mask covering her face. "Alice!"

The woman nods. "Come. Vonder is looking for you."

Alisbeth rejects the woman's hand. "You abandoned me! You left me to die in Icathia. You left me to find out who my father really is on my own. I killed people! Leave me be..."

Alice takes the skull mask off, to reveal delicate silver tattoos on her face marred by scars. "I had to protect you from those who would kill you without you knowing why. I am sorry, Alisbeth. I am a horrible person, but you are the one who can save the world."

"How?" the girl asks, the anger falling out of her voice.

"We must kill Malfeliax...and we must destroy the corruption within him. You will open the gates to R'lyeh, but there will be heroes who will close them forever afterward," Alice says, offering her hand again. "You will not die, Alisbeth. You will guide the heroes to their greatest battle. You are no monster, you are the angel of salvation."

Alisbeth looks at her mother with wide eyes and takes her hand. "Where are we?"

"Blackcrown," Alice replies. "It was the only place that was near to where you were trapped. I was near when Vonder...was finished with me."

"Vonder had you?"

"That is a tale for another time," Alice says. "Have you found the Dragonslayer?"

"Yes, her name is Rajni. She will kill Malfeliax and set us free," Alisbeth says.

"Good," Alice says, embracing her daughter and shedding bloody tears.

Unknown to the both of them, Vonder watched from behind a ruined pillar. "Perfect...just as I hoped."


That wasn't a long rest, lol.

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Sleep well.

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On the Trail:
Marcus sits outside the barracks. He looks up at Amélie and Gerard. "Bonsoir, find anything?"

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R+T:
Esia flips to the next page of her book and chuckles.


R+T:
Esia sits in her living room, reading a book of poetry. "Welcome home, you two."


Neato burrito!


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General Hospital ain't got s#%! on me :P


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Don't worry, I have an irrelevant 80 posts coming up :P


K&E 2:
Ieyasu returns with two bowls of fish stew and a platter of sushi, consisting of tuna, egg, shrimp and eel. "These are milder than the others."

He sets two cups of tea in front of Elena and Kama. "Please enjoy."

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@Rajni: Yes. It's Fall so you know you can do a fair bit of hunting.

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Hunting Party:
Shamara manages to flush out a large buck and two does from the trees.

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SiB:
"No need for panic," Strahd says, coming closer. "You have been invited by Death into my realm. You should be honored."

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SiB:
Suddenly, the lordly vampire, Strahd, moves and looks at Yulia and Drago. "Welcome to Castle Ravenloft, lost ones."

He steps away from the throne. "This is not my home, but we may treat it as such."

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ToTM:
Gwen leaps out of her chair and grasps Cyna's and Sienna's hand.

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Oops.

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